Jacqueline
by Callipygia
This sounds like the beginning of so many other stories, but as cliche as
it may sound, I met the most amazing woman through the internet about six
months ago. Her name is Jacqueline, and since then we've discovered many
things together. As beautiful as I would eventually discover she is, what
made Jacqueline really interesting to me is her mind. No, really! You see,
I am sexually submissive and have always dreamt of being a woman's slave,
and she's got a hell of a mean streak that comes out in her sexual
fantasies.
She'd originally discovered this in her teens, when one time on a bet she
made her then boyfriend kneel before her and kiss her feet. She found that
feeling of dominance and superiority so erotic that she found that her
attitudes toward men and sex were forever changed. She had enjoyed sex up
to that point, but infusing this new sexual aspect made her ravenous for
more. Her attempts to introduce these ideas to her boyfriend did not go
that well, and she eventually broke up with him in frustration.
She'd had some success finding willing partners when she was in college,
and even experimented with some light "golden showers" with one guy. She
masturbated often over these few events, which basically amounted to her
peeing on the guy's leg in the shower, but she found herself hungering for
a guy who felt as strongly as she did (in a complementary way, of course).
She once bemused to me during one of our many on-line chats, "I found that
most people don't seem to share my enthusiasm to have them service me
orally, then be pissed on!"
These frustrations eventually lead her to try to find someone "anonymously"
through the Τnet. She quickly found that most guys on the web were just
like the guys she met in "real life"; to use her words, "shallow,
fuck-oriented, and selfish". Eventually she began to find sites that
featured subject areas that were close to what she wanted, but she quickly
learned that she didn't want to get into a classic dominatrix role. "Too
much work!" she would type, "I like being pampered without having to bitch
for it! LOL!"
As luck would have it, I was in a chat room on the web that caters to
domination and submission themes when she "entered". Believe me, there's
like a 1000 submissive guys for every dominant girl, so I felt incredibly
lucky when she picked me to chat with. I told her that it was my fantasy
to adore and worship a woman, with special emphasis on oral activities,
and that I'd thought of doing the nastiest and most degrading things for
women. When she asked what I meant by that, I suggested that we go
"private". We discussed some of my ideas in detail, and I was amazed at
how we seemed to mesh together like two adjacent pieces from the same
puzzle.
Over the next few weeks, we spent hours each night chatting and getting to
know each other, and having cybersex. It occurred to me that "she" might
be a man, but I decided it didn't matter since it was all over the
internet anyway. In fact, I'd resigned myself to the idea she most likely
was a man, but then she offered to meet me in person. She said it was
because she liked my imagination, that I wasn't just a "mindless groveler"
as she called it.
Still, I admit I had mixed feelings at first. Part of me was concerned
about the safety of meeting someone from the internet, but I realized that
even if she were totally legit, I was also a little uneasy about meeting
someone specifically under the context of being a slave. The phrase "be
careful what you wish for" kept going through my mind. I kept wondering if
the harshness of reality would spoil the perfect wonder of fantasy. I was
truly frightened of the implications of actually doing for someone some of
the things we had discussed. They were incredibly degrading. While that
turned me on in fantasy, would the shame of it in real life be too much?
Because of the way we met and the things we had discussed, there was no
masking or sugar-coating the nature of our relationship, and I knew that
if I agreed to meet her, I would be admitting an inherent inferiority to
her. I would be volunteering myself to be used like trash, and there would
be no turning back. I would willingly subjecting myself to a dark side of
human nature.
Nevertheless, my libido over-ruled my mind and I agreed.
I had plenty of time to think about my predicament since she lived in
Seattle and I in a suburb of LA. I was quite nervous when I drove to the
airport to pick her up. I kept waiting and watching as people piled off
the ramp where her flight was docked. I was looking for a woman who said
she was 26 with red hair, and nearly certain that I was really there to
pick up a phantom.
Jacqueline had been fairly reticent about the way she looks, so I assumed
if she was for real that she was probably not very attractive physically.
I didn't care because her kinks matched mine perfectly and I didn't think
we'd ever really meet anyway. As I mused over these thoughts, I became
totally distracted by this stunning woman that had just gotten off the
plane. I felt oddly guilty as I fixated on her beautiful auburn hair and
tastefully made-up face, which exuded classic beauty.
I quickly looked away when this gorgeous woman noticed me staring at her.
I decided that I had waited long enough and that in fact there was no real
Jacqueline. I turned and began to leave when I heard a female voice call
my name.
"Mark?" she called, and when I turned to the voice I was shocked to find
it was the very girl I had been staring up and down before! As she
approached, I got my first real look at her face. She was gorgeous but
with just enough flaws to be real. As I quickly studied her, I saw
character and intelligence in her sweet, almond-shaped green eyes.
"Jacqueline?" I answered, and we both laughed. She gave me a warm, if
somewhat polite hug. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said.
There was a pregnant pause until I finally asked how her flight was, and
we began to exchange small talk. It felt very strange speaking with her in
person, and I think in those early moments we both struggled to break
through the awkwardness of our first physical meeting to some semblance of
the friendship and intimacy we had developed on-line. I didn't know how it
would go, and I suppose for different people it may have gone differently,
but for us, it was slow going at first.
One thing for sure was I could not possibly be disappointed in her
physical appearance. We went to go pick up her bags, and whenever she was
looking the other way I stole opportunities to check her out. She seemed
more phenomenal the more I got to see of her. Sometimes when you first
meet someone, you can be blown away by the way they look, but as time goes
on, you start seeing more and more of their imperfections. Not so with
Jacqueline. I was enrapt in absorbing the simple physical presence of this
glorious female person. She was wearing a white v-neck sweater with ribs
that implied ample, well-shaped breasts and, combined with her tweed skirt,
seemed to accentuate the soft pinch of her waist. Her shape could only
seemingly come from a perfect combination of genetics and exercise.
And yet, there were enough real imperfections that I was not totally
intimidated by her. Her flaws accentuated her beauty, and it quickly
seemed like this was how I always had envisioned her, even though that
certainly had not been the case. Her physical appearance soon seemed to
match perfectly the fantasy version of the person I'd spent so many hours
logged into the internet with.
One thing that did seem incongruous was the unaffected simplicity of her
beauty. She seemed so sweet and nearly innocent looking that it was nearly
impossible for me to imagine that this gorgeous creature ever had a nasty
thought in her head. We continued to fill the time with light banter about
her trip and the weather. I was amazed at how relaxed I was quickly
becoming with her, and I began to see glimpses of the mind that had so
attracted me in the first place. This made our initial time together much
more comfortable and enjoyable.
In the excitement of it all, I'd forgotten all about checking out my
favorite part of the female physique; her ass. While the rest of her body
made her look so angelic, one look at her ass gave an equally opposing
impression, at least to me. I don't know why, but a nice feminine ass
beckons to me with nasty power, full of capacity to force me to acts of
deep depravity. I've always loved this seeming paradox a woman embodies,
between such wonderful beauty and the dangerous puissance to reduce me to
utter personal slavery.
The full, ripe curvature of her ass seemed almost out of step with those
trim, athletic legs. The twin globes hinted at a dark crevasse that was
full of evil adventure. I felt a real light-headed tingle in my spine
looking at her as she walked in front of me into my apartment. Without
exaggeration, I truly felt faint. Would I really get to kneel before this
gorgeous woman, kiss her ass, then let her piss on me as we had so richly
detailed to each other electronically? My knees felt weak.
As we talked that first afternoon, I marveled at how "real" she continued
to be. One of the things I loved most about Jacqueline on-line was how
three-dimensional she was, and just as we had discovered in our web chats,
we had much more to talk about than just sexual kinks. She had a wonderful
sense of humor, and we found ourselves talking about a lot of things as
the day progressed. Like me, she seemed to not be entirely sure of what
she was doing, so things unfolded comfortably slowly for us.
As we grew more accustomed with each other however, our conversation would
progress further and further into sexual flirtation. Still, we rarely even
hinted at the context that had ostensibly drawn us together. One time
while we were flirting, I finally told her that I was completely
unprepared for how beautiful she is. I asked her why she hadn't told me
before. She told me that she'd purposely avoided that topic on-line
because first of all, who would believe her anyway, and secondly she
didn't want it to be a distraction from the main topic of our
conversations.
Teasingly, I asked her what that was, and she snapped back with a laugh, "You
kissing my ass of course!" I laughed with her, but inwardly I felt my face
turn red. She was so right! I was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to do
just that. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd placed a hand on her leg
and began stroking it. She reached out and we began holding hands.
"I'd love nothing better right now" I said.
"I know," she said through a sigh and then she leaned forward and kissed
me. As I pulled her close I felt painfully aware of her breasts pressing
against my chest. Her lightly perfumed skin smelled intoxicating. Every
sense tingled with life in response to this delicious woman. I ran my hand
down her back and over her skirt. Her ass felt impossibly round and a
little harder than I'd expected. When she arched her back invitingly, I
couldn't resist the urge to snake my hand down into her skirt. I soon
realized she was wearing a g-string. I remember thinking vaguely that I
wasn't surprised; that that matched the Jacqueline I had gotten to know in
cyberspace.
I slipped a finger into her underwear and felt her incredibly deep crack.
I remember being thrilled by how moist it felt, and I began to imagine how
it might smell. I was consumed with lust. I ducked under her arm and
pulled her body around so that she was now facing down on my sofa. I
scrambled behind her and began showering her neck and back with kisses. I
worked my way down her spine until I was kissing her ass through her skirt.
At one point I just pressed my face into the fabric between her cheeks and
as subtly as I could I inhaled. Not knowing what to expect, the aroma I
encountered faintly seeping through the fabric was much more erotic than I
had imagined!
She was driving me absolutely mad, and I began furiously kissing away at
her ass through her skirt. She chuckled softly at my nearly involuntary
display of subservience at her backside, then reached down and flipped the
back of her skirt up. The scent I had encountered grew immediately
stronger, and I was totally enslaved. The g-string revealed an impossibly
perfect ass. How someone could really look like that in real life, with
such smooth skin and perfect shape? That was the fodder of air-brushed
magazine pictures. And yet, the ripe scent I inhaled underscored just how
real she was.
Here she was, my absolute fantasy, "in the flesh"! I kissed her ass.
Ass-kissing is an incredibly, inherently, demeaning thing to do hence
it's reputation. You are paying loving homage to a person while they stick
their shitter in your face, and it presents the potential for a whole
myriad of degrading acts. When my lips finally connected with the skin of
her ass for the first time, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of absolute
gratitude, and I wanted to be used by this sweet piece of feminine candy
in the worst possible way.
Jacqueline snaked a finger under the top of her g-string as I kissed the
cheeks of her ass and slowly pulled the string out of her crack. I watched
as the thin fabric appeared from the deep crevice, and strained to get my
first glimpse of her asshole. That dirty anal scent was accentuated by the
steamy heat that escaped with her underwear. I thought I would lose
consciousness when I noticed a faint tan-brown mark on the cloth near the
bottom of the underwear. I felt completely unable to control the feelings
of worship that coursed through my veins. I wanted to kiss the stained
underwear, so I did.
She let out a happy sigh of satisfied arrogance as she suddenly let the
underwear go, and the thin piece of cotton snapped back into place between
her cheeks. She announced, "I think that's enough for now." I tried to
gulp down my delirium in the face of my darkest fantasies coming to life,
but could not.
"Please," I cried, "please just let me lick your asshole just once! Please!"
"Maybe later," she said smugly, "after you take me out for dinner!" She
squirmed out from under me, stood up and smoothed her sweater and skirt.
She licked her lips, and tried her best to look at me as though nothing
had happened, but her face was clearly flushed. I stood up, embarrassed
both by my behavior and the massive hard-on I had sprouted during my
little display of ass-kissing.
She looked down at my crotch and laughed. "I think this is going to work
out pretty well, Mark!" she said with bemusement. "Do you know of a good
restaurant we can go to? I love Mexican, as you well know." The smirk on
her face was downright evil in its beauty.
I marveled at how quickly these events changed the atmosphere of our
meeting from casual friendliness to subservience and dominance. It was an
odd, mixed feeling, like one you might get if a good and trusted friend
you worked with was suddenly promoted to the position of your immediate
superior. One moment you are equals and friends, and the next you are not,
and no matter how much you may try to mask it, your relationship is
inalterably changed.
Whatever emotional ambiguity I may have been feeling was totally lost in
the sea of excitement I felt, however. I could hardly wait to get food
into her, so we promptly left. I don't like Mexican that much, but I would
do anything for her then. Interestingly, and perhaps mercifully, the
demeanor of our conversation resumed the light tone it had before during
dinner. Still, she had me wrapped around her little pinky now and we both
knew she knew it.
After dinner, I felt a real urgency to take her back to my place to pick
up where we left off, but she insisted that I take her to the local mall.
She said she was in the mood for shopping. She drove me nuts with how long
she took to try on various clothes and jewelry. I was shocked when she
decided she was going to get all three outfits she had tried on, and all
of the jewelry. I was thinking she must be rich, and then she asked for my
credit card! She answered my look of doubt with an almost imperceptible
glance toward her own rear-end. I immediately coughed up the card and she
charged the whole thing in excess of $3000 to me. It was worth it
though, because then she finally said she wanted to go home to my place.
When we finally got there, she waltzed into my bedroom, threw the bags on
a chair, and flopped lazily down on my bed. Face down naturally. I'll
never forget the look on her face as she arched her back and glanced back
over her shoulder at me. The look, so smug, so arrogant, so presumptuous,
so beautiful, suggested that it was time to pay the piper; it was
priceless!
And yet, I was not remotely prepared for what happened next. I dove onto
the bed behind her and snuck my head up under her skirt. As I pressed my
lips against her ass, I was greeted by a brief trumpeting fart.
Humiliation stung my face. As I listened to her laugh, my cock grew rock
hard. I was shocked and flabbergasted, but my cock ruled my thinking, and
I began to feel the temporary insanity I felt when I was kissing her ass
before dinner return in spades.
I fought to control the urge to simply dive in as I pulled her g-string
aside. The vestiges of the fart were still deep in there, and I was taken
aback by how much stronger they were. I can't describe exactly how, but
the humiliation of it made her stink smell good to me. I caressed her ass
lovingly and gently spread her cheeks to take in the sight of her asshole
for the first time. The wrinkles around the hole were like deep furrows
and mostly a dark brown with some sporadic hair. I was quite pleased to
see that she did not appear to trim this hair in any way. The hole itself
was the same pink that you see inside a conch, and was partially open,
maybe an 1/8" to a 1/4". This sight made me think my head was going to
explode!
I began stringing kisses together at the top of her anal cleavage, working
my way down. The dampness soon wet my lips, and I felt as though I were
swimming in the hot rank smell. And then in a moment that has been forever
memorialized in my mind, my lips touched the wrinkled orifice of her ass
her precious, beloved asshole for the first time. I imagined what it
must feel like to have someone worship your body so much that where you
shit is considered nearly holy, and I admit the feeling of degradation
that came over me was powerful.
The sheer nature of kissing someone's asshole that way, of becoming
familiar with each wrinkle, of becoming accustomed to not only the natural
smell of her ass, but even further with the particular stench of her gas,
of knowing that my lips touched her asshole the way toilet paper does had
it's effect. I felt like a complete slave to her. She responded with
supreme arrogance. She was, after all, having her ass kissed. I could hear
little chortles, and at one point she placed her hand on the back of my
head and forced my face into her ass.
Then I pulled up her skirt, and looked up at her. "What's it feel like to
have your ass worshipped like this?" I asked, caressing the cheeks of her
ass and kissing the top of the split of that exquisite ass again.
She looked over her shoulder at me with amusement. "You have no idea," she
said with just the hint of a smirk on her lips.
"C'mon, tell me!" I begged, and nudged my lips gently against her asshole
again. I had been purposely saving the moment when I would taste that
asshole, but I was very sorely tempted to begin lapping away at it, to
begin licking off the residue that left the stain I saw earlier.
"OK," she said, "try to imagine that you are the most important person on
earth. People fawn all over you and will do anything you ask, even if it's
just on your whim." She paused. "That's pretty much what it feels like
when you do that to me," she said and nodded toward her ass.
"Mmmm, good!" I said, "I want it that way!"
I knew it was more the way of what I was doing than the what. Surely she'd
had her ass kissed before. I made sure she knew that I considered the
humiliation of kissing her ass a rare privilege. I began to describe to
her how her ass feels as I rub my lips up and down the crack of her ass,
and how wonderful it was that she was a little dirty; how much I loved
that smell. She laughed at that and said, "I love the way you go out of
your way to make me feel like my own shit doesn't stink!"
But she did stink, and I loved it. I craved it. I looked down at her ass,
which was quite moist from her body heat. Her fragrances were so strong. I
held her ass cheeks apart with my hand and pressed my nose into the crack.
I sniffed very loudly and moved my nose down until the tip pressed
slightly into her asshole.
"See what I mean!?" she laughed. "You're my bitch, aren't you? I can do
anything I want to you! That amazes me!"
She was right too. The incredible femininity of her ass, combined with her
small waist and wonderful muscle tone made me lose all volition. The
strong combination of anal and sweat scents from her ass now covered my
face, and seemed to complete my enslavement to her. I reveled in the
feeling of sniffing her dirty asshole.
She said, "That's it wipe my asshole with your nose and lips, bitch! You
know that feeling I was telling you about? Multiply it by a 1000 if I ever
get to do some of the other things we've talked about." Her voice was low
and guttural with heated passion. She paused, and then her tone changed,
as if in self-unaware introspection, "I'll be honest though; I could never
respect you if I did do them. Maybe we should just leave it at what we're
doing now." Then she added with a laugh, "Actually, I'm not really sure I
respect you now!" And then as if suddenly becoming aware of the blunt
cruelty of her words, she looked me in the eyes and finished through a
barely concealed smile, "Sorry!"
I believed she was serious, and on a certain level this revelation stung,
especially since I felt like I had fallen in love with her. Still it was
also exactly what I had wanted, what we had hinted at in all of our
conversations on-line, the relationship that we had crafted. I had wanted
her to feel disrespect for me even though I would be in love with her,
precisely because it made the humiliation sting. It hurt because it was
supposed to, and yet now that my situation was so real, I had suddenly
become unsure.
"But you WOULD like to do those things anyway, am I right?" I asked
tentatively, afraid of the answer because I now both so wanted to feel
like shit beneath her heel and yet was so afraid of the pain of it. She
looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, as though probing me to see if I
was for real, if we should really go down this road...
"God! Of COURSE I would!" she laughed derisively, "Who wouldn't? Doing
that to someone might feel better than anything I've ever done before! I
know it's mean, but I'm afraid it's true." She batted her eyes with mock
innocence over her shoulder at me and said, "You don't think less of a
girl for that do ya?"
I looked down at her sweet asshole and couldn't stop myself from saying,
"I adore you!" I kissed her asshole tenderly and softly, then began to
nuzzle my nose against it.
"Man, you really love to kiss my ass, don't you?" she chuckled.
"I live for it!" I cried. "I am so in love with your asshole. It's so
beautiful! I can't believe you shit with this thing!"
This brought a sudden burst of laughter from her. "Mmmmmmm... Well,
believe me, I do!" she crooned.
I was getting into such a strongly subservient mood kissing her ass like
that. It was so humiliating and highly erotic at the same time. Then I
felt her asshole soften briefly and another brief squeak of gas leaked
out. I heard her giggle.
"You like doing that, don't you?" I said, but she just laughed, and
responded, "Not half as much as you like receiving it though, right?"
I felt my face redden, and then in spite of myself I kissed her asshole
like it was the love of my life. I couldn't shake the thought that I now
knew what it felt like to have someone literally fart in my face, even as
I kissed her ass! I was overcome by the realization that this was not just
idle masturbatory fantasy. This was real! She had really just farted in my
mouth and I had really just sucked it down. The awful shitty aftertaste
underscored that revelation. My shame seemed excruciating, and yet I felt
like some inner demon had taken over and I couldn't help myself. My cock
had grown so hard, and I wanted nothing more than to feel more of the
bitter end of degradation from her.
"Please, please please may I have more!?" I begged, the sound of my near
whimpering humiliating me even further. She seemed a bit surprised herself
at the intensity of my tone, but then she recovered quickly with the
recognition of just how deep her power over me had become. You could see
that she was really beginning to realize that she could do absolutely
anything to me, and she was clearly beginning to love that fact.
"More what?" she teased, and subtly moved her hips slowly back and forth,
observing and soaking in the impact her perfect ass was having on me.
I kissed her asshole again briefly, and then surprised her by moving my
mouth down and kissing her pussy lips and clit. Her wetness spread over my
lips, and the erotic feminine scent of it intoxicated me. Meanwhile, there
was a slight lingering scent of her fart as I inhaled over her asshole.
The cheeks of her ass seemed immensely full, and swallowed my vision
completely. I was getting drunk on the scents of her body.
"May I smell more of your gas!" I finally blurted out from beneath her
clit, and began to open-mouth kiss her there. I began massaging the small
stiff piece of feminine sex with my lips and finally my tongue, sucking on
the tiny shaft and head, drawing it into my mouth, tasting her growing
come and sniffing her wonderful asshole!
"OK," she managed between deepening sighs and moans, "you asked for it!
Smell this!" And then she let a much longer fart go, the wetness of my
saliva on her asshole greatly accenting the sound of it into a very loud
flatulence. The first farts were silent and had only a faint gassy smell
to them. They stunk, but it wasn't too bad. But this fart in all it's
wetness proved to be overpowering in its stench, with a hint that all that
Mexican food promised more.
Quite involuntarily, I choked and gagged while struggling to continue to
service her in the way she deserved, sucking on her clit like a miniature
cock. There was something about the fact that I was trying so hard to
pleasure her while she inflicted this very personal humiliation on me that
was particularly stinging. The affect it had on me was to sink me even
deeper into my strange hunger for abuse at her hands. The worse she
treated me, the worse I wanted it, and the more I wanted to stroke her ego
for her efforts, to make her feel like she deserved to do what no person
should even have the arrogance to want to do.
I also knew in my heart, that the more subservient I behaved, the more I
encouraged her to let loose her own abusive fantasies with abandon, and
that my fate was sealed. I was going to perform the dirtiest tasks one
human can be made to do in service of another.
She immediately let another fart go that was even stronger than the last.
The source of its wetness was clearly NOT from just my saliva. I was
learning quickly and managed to suppress my own body's need to gag so that
I could continue to service hers. I sucked greedily on her beautiful body
and relished the building orgasm that I was bringing her to.
Suddenly, her hips bucked and shook as I hung on with my hands and my
mouth, trying desperately to keep that precious little female cock in my
mouth. Come flowed out of her in such copious quantities, I thought I
might drown.
"Oh SHIT YES! YES!! SUCK ME BITCH! EAT ME!! OOOOOoooh, you FUCKER!!" she
cried. She reached back and pulled my hair while violently fucking my
face.
After the initial waves of her come began to subside, her frantic humping
of my mouth cooled to a slower grind. She seemed to be rubbing her pussy
and ass into my face, mouth, and nose. "Oh, yes. Lap my pussy. Suck it.
Mmmmmm," she crowed.
After a few minutes of this, I moved my mouth up over her pussy so that I
could fill my face with as much of her come as possible. There was enough
to literally drink, but I held it in my mouth until I could swish my
tongue around in pungent fluid, and then swallowed it in one huge gulp.
"Oh GOD, that felt good. That's so much fun!" she cried out. "How can you
suck pussy so well? Maybe more importantly, how can you let a girl fart in
your face like that?" She laughed derisively, and I reacted by kissing her
asshole some more. "I think we should have your mouth surgically attached
to my asshole!"
Finally, she began to relax as I continued kissing her ass. She stretched
her arms over her head and arched her backside into my face. "That's
it..." she purred, "kiss my ass. Kiss my ass. Kiss my ass. I love saying
that to you!"
"I love hearing it" I offered, but my demons were not at all satisfied. In
addition, my cock felt like it was going to explode, since I had to keep
it under control that whole time. I just kept kissing her ass and her
pussy, happily worshipping her while she enjoyed her afterglow.
"I'll bet you do, asskisser!" she giggled. "You know what? I gotta pee
pretty badly." Her face took an almost evil, mischievous grin.
Humiliation burned with excitement through my veins at her obscenely
arrogant position, that beautiful look on her face just enslaving me. I
moved my mouth down over her freshly comed out cunt, and waited like the
obedient toilet she had turned me into without even asking. I could no
longer see her face, but I could still envision the self-satisfied look on
it as she began to piss in the mouth that had just served her so
selflessly. There are no words that can adequately describe what it feels
like to serve as a toilet to another person. If you let it get to you it
can crush you. I let it get to me because I wanted it to, and as I drank
her piss, I began to cry quietly. I drank it and swallowed it like she was
pissing on my soul, and I wallowed in the feeling of it breaking my heart.
I envisioned the cold selfish pleasure she would take in knowing the
effect her pissing on me was having, and I struggled with all my strength
not to give in to the nearly inescapable urge to come right then. I wanted
to serve her even more before allowing myself to take any pleasure in the
pain and humiliation I felt for her whimsical pleasure.
When she was finally finished going to the bathroom in my mouth, she
sighed and ordered me to lick her clean. I was frantic to be sure that she
had not noticed that I was crying, and so I decided to respond to her
order without a word. And yet like a dam completely bursting, the demon
inside me took complete control. "I have a better idea. Let me lick your
pussy some more. If you come in my mouth again and let me drink more of
that sweet honey, I'll let you shit in my mouth and I'll eat it. I swear
I'll really do it! And you can piss on me anytime you want!"
This confession was especially poignant because in all the times that we'd
chatted on-line, we'd never discussed anything that extreme. Mostly the
humiliation culminated in things like her pissing on me while I licked her
feet or something like that. She couldn't stop a look of shock and
surprise before it crossed her face, but she quickly recovered and began
to laugh hysterically. "Let me get this straight: you want to suck me off
for a second time, and in return you'll let me shit on you like a
toilet?!?" she cried through tears of laughter. "OK! Sounds pretty fair to
me!"
Her beautiful laughter rang like music in my ears as I began long sweeping
strokes of my tongue from her clit to her asshole. I paused every now and
then to bury my tongue or nose in her cunt or her ass, concentrating on
the alternating sweet and bitter tastes and smells I encountered. It
became clear to me that she really did have to shit. I began to taste it
as I licked her ass. This was no idle threat; this beautiful wonderful
goddess was going to use my body as a repository for the waste of her
sweet body.
I was not prepared for how bad the little excrement samples tasted and
yet, each putrid mouthful of residue further secured my fate. I was truly
concerned about being able to follow through with my end of the bargain,
but I could not possibly deny her. And she obviously wanted this to
happen. She kept laughing and making veiled references to my impending
role beneath her. She seemed to be nervously excited in her own right, and
she kept giggling in spite of obviously being very turned on.
After another quarter hour or so of varied licking, sucking, and kissing
her body, her ass, her pussy, and her clit, this sweet piece of feminine
candy came again. Her body produced only slightly less come, which I got
to gulp down as she orgasmed. I think her need to go to the bathroom
forced her to rush a bit.
In spite of the obvious pleasure on her face, I felt a little bad for her,
as I imagined how badly she must have to take a shit. It was a peculiar
side-effect of my subservience that my mind interpreted every circumstance
in her favor. My inferiority to her was now complete, and I now felt it
was her God-given right to shit on me at that point for selfishly making
her come again when she had to go so badly. It may have been twisted
thinking, but I really believed that to the core of my soul at that point.
I told her to shit, and placed my mouth over her ass, waiting. She pulled
away and said, "No, not yet."
She instructed me to lie down on my bed, face up. She stood over me,
straddling my face and looked down on me. The sight was indescribable. It
was something out of one of my fantasies only much, much better. Her pussy
lips looked slightly red and swollen from the considerable sucking they
had gone through. She looked down at me with an arrogance I had never seen
before.
"Kiss my feet and beg me not to piss on you," she said. The arrogance had
a seriousness to it that made her quite intimidating. I was a little
surprised because she had already pissed, but almost as though she read my
mind she added, "I always have to piss after I come."
I strained to turn my face to one side so that I could kiss her feet,
licking the arch, and said, "Please, my gorgeous female goddess, please
don't piss on me! Please spare me that degradation. Please show me some
mercy. I have used my mouth to service you diligently today, and though I
deserve it, please spare me that unique humiliation of having to wear your
urine!" If the words sound like the pleading of low-life scum, I must tell
you they felt even worse to say. And to be kissing her feet so
pathetically throughout made the experience nearly intolerable.
"Yes, you have used your mouth on me very well today. I haven't ever felt
anything better. No one has ever treated me better. Still, think of how
much fun I might have watching you drink my piss anyway?" she taunted, and
then a hot stream of piss escaped her pussy and showered down onto my
face. The force of the stinging flow was so powerful, that some penetrated
into my eyes even though I had squeezed them shut. The pain that had
brought me to tears before returned.
Still her ravenous ego had not had enough of my emotional pain, and when
she could see me crying she laughed again, saying, "Open your mouth and
drink my piss, you piece of shit!" Then she aimed her hot stream lower. Of
course, being a woman, her aim was not perfect, and the searing urine
sprayed up into my nose before I obeyed and opened my mouth for her to
piss in.
Even though I had just tasted her hot piss before, I was shocked and
disgusted by the caustic acid taste and the biting ammonia aftertaste of
this piss. I drank the rank fluid anyway, rendering my body's health and
my dignity secondary to the task of serving her cruel whims. I began to
really believe I did deserve it. That no matter how well I treated her, I
deserved to have my existence trampled in this nefarious way.
Just when I thought I could not humanly endure any more degradation, the
urine slowed and stopped. Even though it stung like hell, I opened my eyes
and looked up at my beautiful goddess, for whom I had abdicated all
personal dignity. I was genuinely frightened because I realized for the
first time that as much as my perverse mind had enjoyed this abuse, she
had enjoyed it even more.
She was hyperventilating slightly and her face was flush with dark
laughing cruelty. She had clearly taken special pleasure in my tears. She
turned around, and my breath was taken away as it always is by the
sight of her gorgeous female ass. She knelt down, and that precious ass
was now almost in my face.
"It feels good to be pissed on, doesn't it?" she goaded, looking over her
shoulder at me. "Kiss my ass and tell me how grateful you feel that you
got to feel your eyes sting from my urine."
I showered the cheeks of her ass with furious kisses, as my several-hour
old hard-on strained forward still longer, and said, "Thank you for
pissing on me! I live for your piss and to feel pain for you."
"Pain?" she laughed. "Good! Now tell me what a worthless piece of shit you
are. Tell me how you are so low, you want to live in my shit for the rest
of your life."
In spite of myself, I couldn't stop stinging tears from forming in my eyes
again. The words seemed too painful to say, and yet I was a slave to my
inner demons and most of all her. It seemed like she was trying to regain
the rush of making me cry from the humiliation.
"I..." I began, then choked slightly, "am a worthless piece of shit."
"Speak up!" she demanded.
"I am a worthless piece of shit, and I deserve to live in your shit and
filth and take any abuse you can dream up for the rest of my pathetic
life. I deserve to die in your shit!" The words escaped my mouth unchecked
and without volition. Tears of abject humiliation streamed out of my eyes.
Even she seemed to be taken aback momentarily. Then the cruel gleam
returned to her eyes, and she said, "Maybe you'll choke while I'm shitting
down your throat, and you'll die with your face stuffed with my shit!
Maybe someday, I'll bestow that privilege on you... ...if you beg me
enough!"
"Please let me eat your shit! Please let me eat your shit! Please shit on
me! Please let me swallow it! I deserve it! Please!" I begged like I was
begging for my life, without any semblance of control whatsoever. I was
crying openly.
She reached around behind her and pulled one cheek to the side, exposing
the orifice I so richly worshipped. Then she smirked at me and said
simply, "OK."
With that, she sat back onto my face and leaned nearly her whole weight on
me. My vision was lost in the deep crevice of her backside. The smell of
her ass crack, her come, and her urine provided a constant reminder of my
role in her life. I opened my mouth and was surprised at how far into my
mouth her puckered asshole extended. My tongue encountered those beloved
wrinkles while still pretty far into my mouth, then wiggled up into the
widening orifice. I pushed my tongue up and into her ass, and was greeted
with soft putrid, bitter shit. The time had come.
As I tasted a squirt of anal gas escaping into my mouth around my tongue,
I heard her saying, "I just want you to know that shit is filthy. It's
very unhealthy and dangerous. You could get very, very sick from this, and
maybe even die if not treated. I expect you to suck it down like it's
chocolate ice cream though, right? I want you to taste my filth knowing it
may actually be a death sentence, you dirty shit eater."
She chuckled absently and began to shit. The soft putrid mass of filth
squeezed my tongue out and then filled my mouth. I quickly ran out of room
in my mouth and was forced to start eating shit. My body was screaming at
me with urges to vomit and gag, but my desire to serve remained stronger,
and I swallowed down the foul shit as quickly as I could.
I briefly thought about what she was saying, and contemplated the
possibility that I might die as a result of letting her shit down my
throat, and even as I write this, I am embarrassed by the fact that I
wanted to die at that moment. I wanted to give her that final indignity.
"Really think about how it feels to eat my shit..." She seemed to lose
herself for a moment. "Concentrate on the degradation as I let you lick my
ass, and then shit right in your mouth! Absorb the stench into your body!
Imagine what it will feel like when I look at you knowing that your mouth,
your stomach, your face, YOU are filled with my shit!
"For the rest of your life, you'll have to live with the fact that you
consume my waste. That you eat my shit. That you are not above letting me
shit on you. That your body is a receptacle for my droppings that you
are my personal human toilet, my sewer! That while you worship me and
honor me with the ultimate expression of humiliation, I return your
admiration with the worst possible insult. I shit on you, and you eat it.
I shit on you," she said emphasizing the words.
I realized vaguely that she had started jerking off while relieving
herself in my mouth. I couldn't eat her shit fast enough, and my mouth was
now crammed full with shit. In addition, I hadn't breathed for at least a
minute. Finally, survival instincts took over and I frantically pulled her
ass cheeks apart so that a bare wisp of air could escape to my nose and
pass to my lungs.
The stench was ungodly. Imagine how your shit smells when you take a dump.
Now imagine bringing the shit right up to your nose and taking a deep
sniff. I guarantee you the wetness of saliva and sweat only accentuates
the intensity of the stench of fresh shit. My tongue was literally buried
in that; my mouth chock-full of her shit. In some ways it was even worse
to breathe!
Still, having satisfied the immediate survival need to breathe seemed to
rejuvenate my capacity for self-degradation, and I resumed consuming her
shit in mass quantities. Luckily, she had stopped shitting for the moment
as her fingers furiously busied themselves on her clit. My mouth was
nearly empty of shit when she screamed out in orgasmic pleasure again,
forcing one more small piece of shit into my mouth.
Even though it halved my air supply, I released one of her ass cheeks and
grabbed my now sore cock and began stroking it ravenously. As her final
piece of shit slaked down my throat, I began to blow sperm everywhere! To
my shock, I felt her mouth immediately clamp down on my throbbing cock as
it spurted. She was sucking on my cock furiously while I nearly blacked
out from coming. I never knew I could come so intensely or for so long,
and I feverishly licked her asshole clean until my spurting cock finally
subsided.
We stay there in this variation of the "69" position for some time
afterward. I continued to lick her asshole clean, and use my tongue to
pick the shit from between my teeth, while she contentedly sucked on my
cock like a lollipop. Curiously, all humiliation seemed to seep away from
the moment and I was overcome with a flush of indescribable content and
pleasure. The warmth of her exquisite body felt like velvet heaven to me.
Even the stench of her shit seemed to disappear, although that was
certainly impossible. I made murmuring sounds as I kissed her asshole
gently, and then her pussy. Eventually she let my soft cock pop out of her
mouth, and then sadly she rolled off of me. She lay there next to me
in a feet-to-head position staring up at the ceiling for some time.
"How do you feel?" she asked with genuine concern, "Are you sick?"
I did feel a little queasy, but I told her no. I asked her how she felt,
and she said, "That felt incredibly rude." We lay quietly for a while
longer, and then she added, "but I loved it!"
Over the next several months, we spent hours and hours talking about it
when we weren't actually doing "scenes". We discovered that each of us had
a little Jeckyll and Hyde in us, and that they seemed to interlock
perfectly. It also became clear, however, that when we were in a mood like
that, that we were dangerously capable of doing anything. I think that
adds to the thrill.
She's my wife now, which makes it really weird watching her fuck other
guys. But that's one of the ways she likes to humiliate me. Of course, in
some ways at least, it's a little safer than some of the other things we
do...
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